Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

"I'm rich!" Jessica raised her hands and shouted proudly.

Although she permed and dyed her hair, stayed in cheap hotels and dressed in a non-mainstream style.

But she stopped pretending, she was a wealthy woman and she showed her cards.

"Dear Miss Jessica, is there anything I can do for you?"

Charlotte bent slightly, her eyes shining.

In an instant, I felt that Jessica was a lot more pleasing to the eye, and even her body exuded a fragrance.

Take a deep breath—

Oh~ That's the fragrance of Franklin~~~

Even after washing off the bad makeup on her face, Jessica still looks pretty good.

Charlotte certainly wouldn't let things that haven't happened yet or the plots in a TV show define her.

It is really vicious to define a girl as a sex offender.

So, he, Charlotte, gave Jessica a new hero code name.

Jessica in the comics can fly, has immense strength, and is regarded as a little superhero.

"So, how much money are you willing to give me?"

"What kind of weird name is 'money girl'?

My hero code name is...ah(°ー°〃), I mean, my name is Jessica."

"Wow~" Charlotte pretended to be surprised.

"Your name is Jessica, it's amazing~ So..." His expression returned to indifference, "How much are you willing to give me?"

"I……"

Jessica understood that Charlotte was obsessed with money and only wanted money, so Jessica said:

"As long as you can help me, I can give you everything I have."

As if she had thought of something, Jessica's face turned pale and she added:

"But, Charlotte, they are not ordinary gangsters, but mad scientists without the power to tie a chicken. They are extremely dangerous..."

"Everything?" Charlotte looked at Jessica and shook her head:

"I don't need everything from you. Of course, my offer is not cheap. After all, the person I'm looking for is a superhero."

"Superhero?" Jessica looked panicked and avoided the question. "What superhero? Who is a superhero? No, no, no, Charlotte, I don't have superpowers. I'm not a superhero. I really am not..."

Staring at Jessica who was feeling guilty, Charlotte said coldly:

"Of course I know you're not a superhero, I mean, I have several superheroes working for me.

These include Pig Man, Ghost Spider, Dancing Superman, and Mr. Eyedrops.

And my ace partner - Spider-Man!"

"What? Your partner is Spider-Man?" the deaf girl asked in confusion.

Charlotte: ...

"I mean - I could get Spider-Man to help you out, a real superhero."

"Spider-Man?" Jessica exclaimed after she reacted.

Spider-Man is her idol and the source of her motivation to become a superhero.

If Spider-Man could come, he would definitely be able to solve it.

His face flushed slightly, and he asked hesitantly:

"So, what would it cost me to hire Spider-Man?"

You blush like a bubble teapot.

Looking over Jessica's barren washboard, Charlotte shook her head disinterestedly.

"I want five thousand dollars, and Spider-Man..."

Watching Jessica's expectant gaze, Charlotte said calmly:

"He also needs five thousand dollars.

He only cares about money, not people. Once he gets the money, he will help you do things.

Since you came to me, I will give it to you whether I do it or not!

Remember! Not even one less piece will do!

Do you see the jeep downstairs? Just give me the money and I'll get it for you right away."

Ten thousand dollars?

This is not a small amount. She bit her lip and thought for a moment.

Jessica decided to use the small treasury that she had decided never to use to give Charlotte the ten thousand yuan.

only……

"Charlotte, I'll give you the money.

But they are really dangerous, don't be impulsive, let's wait for Spider-Man to take action."

Charlotte sneered, "Dangerous?"

Picking up Jessica's mobile phone on the table, Charlotte dialed the number.

"Hello, is this the police? I want to report that there is a jeep parked in front of the XXX Hotel on XXXX Road, with two people in the car.

They're dealing drugs here, yes... they carry heavy firepower and are extremely dangerous.

Who am I? I’m Joe Biden.”

Watching Charlotte's operation in amazement, Jessica felt that she had really broadened her horizons.

So your solution is to call the police?

Still using my own phone.

Breaking the phone in half and handing it back to Jessica, Charlotte said:

"If anyone asks you, just say your phone was stolen. Just say it's a gray-haired old man who looks like Captain America."

"My holy sword!"

Looking at the wreckage in her hands, Jessica wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did you break my phone?

Charlotte: I don't do anything, it just makes me look professional.

Soon, two police cars drove up and stopped next to the jeep.

Charlotte pulled open a corner of the curtain and observed the movements downstairs.

Sure enough, upon hearing about the drug deal, the police responded quickly.

A young policeman got out of the car first.

The flashlight in his hand shone on the black one-way glass of the jeep, then illuminated the windshield, revealing the stunned faces of the two big men.

An old policeman got out of the car, put one hand on his waist vigilantly, and walked forward.

It's not that they don't take it seriously, but there have been a lot of false alarms recently. Glancing at the jeep, the old policeman pressed the intercom and said:

"Code one, code one."

After that, he hung up the phone.

The police arrived too suddenly and the two strong men in the car were completely unprepared.

The old policeman knocked on the cold hood of the car and checked the windshield and the car for any new scratches.

The young policeman walked forward expressionlessly, knocked on the glass of the cab to signal them to open the window, illuminated their faces with a flashlight, and asked:

"Where are you from? What are you doing here?"

Looking at the vigilant police outside the window, the sturdy black man in the driver's seat thought to himself that something was wrong.

He quickly raised his hands to indicate that he was not a threat, and explained:

"Sorry, the two of us here are..."

He hadn't thought of a suitable reason yet, and sweat was unnaturally oozing from his forehead.

But the white man with long blond hair next to him reacted quickly and said first:

"We're having sex in the car! We're having sex in the car!"

"Sex in a car???" The young policeman, who was originally on guard, suddenly had a brain freeze.

The burly black man also turned his head sharply and looked back at his companion in disbelief.

Are you fucking serious?

Having sex in the car is such a fresh and unconventional reason.

The policeman cast a strange gaze on the two men, sweeping over their muscular bodies and their untidy clothes, and felt a chill of discomfort:

"Both of you, please show us your driving licenses and get out of the car for inspection."

"Okay, officer."

Seeing that the young policeman's attitude was relatively gentle, the burly black man relaxed a lot. He took out his driver's license and insurance policy from the sun visor and handed them to the young policeman.

The old policeman stepped forward and asked:

"I want to ask, do you have any contraband such as alcohol, guns, and marijuana on you or in your car?"

"of course not."

You can’t say that there is.

After getting off the car, the black man consciously raised his hands high.

After handing the copied ID information to the young policeman, the old policeman looked much more serious, put his hands on his waist, and his tone immediately became serious:

"We have received a report that someone is selling drugs here. I solemnly ask you again, is there any contraband in the car?"

The black man's pupils shrank slightly. Drug trafficking? Contraband? Report?

Damn, I got caught!

Looking at the young policeman who had already pulled his pistol out of the holster, the burly black man lowered his forehead slightly and his eyes became fierce.

"No, there really is no unique product." The long-haired burly man roared with his ferocious face:

"How can we only sell exclusive products? That's too low-end!"